Page 246 of Trick or Stalk

I order something involving apple cider and caramel that’s probably eighty percent sugar. Hades gets whiskey.

I take a sip of mine. “Oh my God.”

“That good?”

I hold it toward him. “Try it.”

“No.”

“Come on. It’s delicious.”

“I can smell the sugar from here.”

“You're no fun.” I take another sip.

He leans closer, lips grazing my ear. “I chased you through the woods this morning.”

I nearly choke on my drink.

Hades calmly takes a sip of whiskey. His eyes gleam over the rim of the glass.

“You're an asshole.”

“You weren't complaining this morning.”

My face burns. “Hades.”

He leans closer. “It’s Gomez, Morticia.”

I laugh and shove lightly at his chest. He catches my hand, then kisses my knuckles again.

Goddammit. I'm falling for Gomez Addams.

“There you are!” I recognize Gracie’s voice a second before she appears beside me wearing a black witch’s dress and a pointed hat that’s leaning dangerously to one side.

“What happened to your hat?”

She touches it. “Nothing.”

I stare at her.

“A doorway happened.”

Hades makes a choking sound beside me.

“That’s enough, peanut gallery.” Gracie points at him, then grabs my arm. “Come on. There are people you need to meet.”

I barely manage to keep my drink upright as she pulls me across the room.

Hades follows.

His hand settles against the small of my back again the second we stop beside two couples and a blonde woman wearing black cat ears.

“Okay.” Gracie points toward a brunette in a red hood. “Presley, this is Ivy. The terrifying man pretending he isn’t completely obsessed with her is her husband, Sebastian.”

Sebastian reaches up and tugs at one of the fake wolf ears. “I'm taking these off.”

Ivy smiles sweetly. “No, you’re not.” She turns to me. “Hello, Presley.”